England's Rose.

Water_witch-2by Abigael15 Aug 2014

No longer in bud, but full bloom
blush red splashes finespun cream,
at centre a golden heart to draw

the bees. Like truth my thorns
may stab, take me tenderly with care
enjoy my honeyed essence.

Petals open to drink the sun
temptation bids you trace my curves
always a little wild I'll ramble

tumble around you and flourish
with your support. I will rise again
mature and fruitful with rosehips.